I walked in to the sitting room and found on her lying on her stomach on the couch and playing with herself down below. I knew exactly what she was do...ng. She stopped and I said " No, its okay, keep going."I sat down on the couch, at the end of her feet and watched her as she played with herself. I then lifted up her little nighty to reveal her bottom. She kind of slowed down her movements while I did this but then continued. I started to feel her bottom with my hand and to rub her cheeks back. “Yes, but that wasn’t it. Not the biggest ‘it’ at least,” he said.“Really, you got something else that’s bigger than a zillion bucks?” I said.“Yes,” he said, “reliability. I’m dependable and honest and I do what I say no matter what; And, Mister, I never lie, and I mean never. If I don’t want you to know something I simply won’t tell you. But, if I do tell you, you can take whatever it is to the bank. Oh fucking ‘kay!”“Really. Okay, are you going to minimize my prime fatherhood with the. She swallowed and smiled. Leant over and gave me a kiss. "Lovely" was all she said "and there's lots more to learn" she added as the phone started to ring. Hazel answered."Time to go Steve ! Such a shame. Ah well always tomorrow" she smiled.I got dressed and wandered home in a bit of a daze. I couldn't believe what had happened and as I walked into my house I got another shock. "Hi Steve Hazel has just called and said thanks for all your help today and says to remind you its 10 o'clock in the. "Nice job on that Jalegos piece."He butchered the name so badly — pronouncing it Jallagose — that it took me a second to realize that he was talking about an obit that had appeared in Monday's paper. It was one I had particularly enjoyed writing. The Second World War had produced these marvelous stories about people from small towns who had metamorphosed into scientists and soldiers and strategists. Heroes every one of them. Jalegos had been a day laborer in a suburb of Charleston when he was.